Maybe
we meet
each other only
in the soft feathers
the sky weaves into dusk,
in the shimmer of a yearning
that the river carries through
gossamer evenings wearing coats
of misty chill
in our
hearts.
(for D.)
2 comments:
dear Martin, i'm sad to see you gone from twitter, but i understand that your heart needs rest. i pray all is well with you, remember that your poetry is always a beauty and that you are needed. hugs from Russia~
Thank you for caring, dear Yelena. I really need an extended rest. Maybe I will return after a while. Love & light to you, my dear friend *hugs*
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